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Chapter 941 Nine Strikes, Waiting for a Successor

The names mentioned by King Bai Mang were all powerful figures who were invincible in ancient times. King Mangxiong had heard of them, but he had never seen any of them!

And now...

Xiao Zhan is the descendant of the god of heaven? Huangfu Qingluan is a combination of the soul of the gods and the dragon essence transformed into shape?

The King of the Bear could not believe his ears!

but!

Looking back on what Xiao Zhan said before, the King of Mangxiong believed it. With the terrifying background of Xiao Zhan and Huangfu Qingluan, the two joined forces and did have the ability to kill Ye Lu!

pity!

People compare people and people die, and goods compare goods and goods are thrown away! In front of Xiao Zhan and Huangfu Qingluan, the King of Mangxiong suddenly seemed a little dull, so that King Bai Mang would rather let an outsider like Xiao Zhan enter the Pool of Longevity

The eyes of the storm do not allow it to enter, how sad it is...

...

There was no wind in the eyes of the storm!

It was a visual effect caused by the distortion of time and space. It was precisely because before the death of King Bai Mang used his god-transforming body as a sacrifice, used the secret technique of the clan, and went against the sky, forcibly changed this small world.

The rules of time and space in it have the effect of "extinction"!

"You are the King Bai Mang?"

Xiao Zhan appeared out of thin air inside the eye of the storm. He was in it, as if he was trapped in an illusion, and he felt that he was not very real. The vast bright energy in his body was strongly suppressed, and the power of space was instantly invalidated, and this piece of

Compared with the distortion of the space-time in the area, his spatial power is too weak, so weak that it is completely useless. Around his body, among the purple auspicious clouds surrounding the eyes of the storm, you can vaguely see white giant bears.

His figure is much more burly and powerful than the body of the King of the Bear!

It was the same bear, like a mirror flower, water and moon, transforming into countless afterimages, sometimes obvious, sometimes dim, constantly disappearing, and constantly appearing, unable to determine its specific location!

At first glance...

It was like there were countless mirrors placed in Xiao Zhan’s direction, and there was a afterimage of the White Mang Wang in each mirror. The scene was very strange!

"good!"

"You guy is very good!"

Xiao Zhan was in the eyes of the storm, and his bloodline could not escape the perception of Bai Mangwang. Bai Mangwang's voice came: "The combination of the bloodline of the gods and the bloodline of the demon emperor has an unlimited future. I really didn't expect it.

, Haotian Pojun and the Princess of the Demon Realm actually got together and gave birth to descendants!"

"It is my honor to see you. God has mercy on me. I have not waited for these years in vain!"

wait?

Xiao Zhan was stunned and asked, "What are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for a successor!"

King Bai Mang said: "In ancient times, I only had the strength of the God-Transforming Realm of Two Tribulations. When my life ended, thousands of years passed by, and it was already a short time. This small world has been around for decades.

It will collapse and disintegrate in the future, and the remaining spiritual consciousness will completely dissipate!"

"pity!"

"The future generations of my king are not successful, and no bear can meet my requirements..."

The story of King Bai Mang told Xiao Zhan, and he felt nervous!

Decades?

The Pond of Eternal Life has existed for thousands of years and protects the future generations of the Mangxiong clan. Now, is the White Mang King finally almost unable to hold on?

Can……

Xiao Zhan said in confusion: "Hasn't the inheritance of the seniors been handed over to the Bear King?"

"Bear King? Hehe..."

The laughter of Bai Mang was somewhat helpless, and she sighed and said, "I just said that no bear can meet the requirements, and Xiaobai is no exception. Its qualifications are dull and it is acceptable to accept ordinary inheritance.

However, my king's unique skill, the Nine Strikes, has almost strict standards for bloodline talent. If the bloodline talent is not enough, he will be burdened by it, backfire, or even go astray, and all his previous efforts will be wasted!"

Hearing the words!

Xiao Zhan's pupils shrank suddenly!

The Nine Strikes of Heaven?
Chapter completed!
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